He sprang, sprang upright as of old. Yea, God is good; we plant again!" By pleasant, sunlit Shasta town. cha' 'par ral', a low, evergreen oak. Joa quin' (wä kẽn'). man' za ni' ta, an evergreen shrub of California. EXTRACT FROM "LALLA ROOKH.” THOMAS MOORE, All is in motion: rings and plumes and pearls Are shining everywhere! Some younger girls Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds To gather fresh, cool chaplets for their heads; The maid of India, blest again to hold In her full lap the champak's leaves of gold, Thinks of the time when,, by the Ganges' flood, Her little playmates scattered many a bud Upon her long black hair, with glossy gleam Just dripping from the consecrated stream; While the young Arab, haunted by the smell Of her own mountain flowers, as by a spell, Sees called up round her by these magic scents The well, the camels, and her father's tents. Meanwhile, through vast illuminated halls, Silent and bright, where nothing but the falls Of fragrant waters, gushing with cool sound From many a jasper fount, is heard around, Young Azim roams bewildered nor can guess What means this maze of light and loneliness. Bursts on his sight, boundless and as bright as noon Here, too, he traces the kind visitings Of woman's love in those fair, living things Of land and wave, whose fate-in bondage thrown For their weak loveliness-is like her own! On one side, gleaming with a sudden grace Through water, brilliant as the crystal vase In which it undulates, small fishes shine Like golden ingots from a fairy mine; While, on the other, latticed lightly in With odoriferous woods of Comorin, Each brilliant bird that wings the air is seen; Gay, sparkling loories, such as gleam between The crimson blossoms of the coral tree Build their high nests of budding cinnamon So on, through scenes past all imagining, More like the luxuries of that impious king Whom Death's dark angel, with his lightning torch, Struck down and blasted even in pleasure's porch, Than the pure dwelling of a prophet sent, Arm'd with Heaven's sword, for man's enfranchisement, Young Azim wandered, looking sternly round, "Is this, then," thought the youth, "is this the way To free man's spirit from the deadening sway Of worldly sloth—to teach him while he lives To know no bliss but that which virtue gives, And when he dies, to leave his lofty name A light, a landmark on the cliffs of fame? It was not so, land of the generous thought With which she wreathed her sword when she would dare Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air "Who that surveys this span of earth we press- Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, Is but to tempt, to try the eaglet gaze Of my young soul. Shine on, 'twill stand the blaze!" ar'a besque' (běsk), ornamentation in mo sa' ic, made by inlaying with small o dor if' er ous, having an odor. A DAY IN DÜSSELDORF. HEINRICH HEINE. It was on a clear, frosty morning that I found myself once more on the avenue of the Düsseldorf Court Garden. I loitered along, often pushing aside with wayward feet the leaves which covered the ground, and often gazing sadly at the trees on which now only a few golden-hued leaves were left. In boyhood days I had gazed with far different eyes on those same trees. I had returned that day to my old father-town. I had visited the dear graves. Of all my living friends, I had found but an uncle and an aunt. Even when I met once-known forms in the street, they knew me no more, and the town itself gazed on me with strange glances. I was as if in a dream, and thought of the legend of the enchanted city, and hastened out of the gate, lest I should awake too soon. Pretty girls were walking here and there, dressed as gaily as wandering tulips. And I had known these tulips when they were but little bulbs; for ah! they were the neighbors' children with whom I had once played. But the fair maidens whom I had once known as blooming roses were now faded roses, and in many a high brow whose pride had once thrilled my heart, Saturn had cut deep wrinkles with his scythe. I was deeply moved by the humble bow of a man whom I had once known as wealthy and respectable, and who had since become a beggar. Everywhere in the world we see that men, when they once |